AU where Harry truly believes in Destiny and Louis just happens to cross his path at the right moment. Featuring a world with the size of a stamp, Liam as the best friend ever, Niall as a social butterfly who knows everyone and Zayn who always knows...
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"I'm so tired."
It's almost eleven o'clock on a Wednesday morning and Louis is sitting on a bench. Running some errands for him and his superior is probably the best way to tire out his legs; it's even worse than football practice. Louis lowers his head on the back of the bench, taking a breath. It's not all about physical tiredness, it's more a mental thing. 'Go there, then there and then–' and then sincerely everything can go fuck itself.
He sighs, putting both hands on his belly, fingers intertwined and eyes closed. It's a beautiful day and he would like to spend it lying on the grass, since he's already at Hyde Park, but he has to go to work in the afternoon, so he has only a few hours of freedom left.
"I bet you are," Harry's voice distracts him from his thoughts. Oh, yes, there's Harry almost dead next to him. "We've been running around the city since eight!"
Louis smiles a little. Now he's looking at his friend and finds that he's probably in worse condition than he is: Harry is all sweaty and there are droplets down his forehead. His chest is probably sweaty too, because the white shirt he's wearing is stuck to his skin. In short, he looks like he's just run ten miles non stop.
"You should be thanking me," Louis answers, because no way he's going to show he's more exhausted than Harry, "because this way you'll have a hell of a body to show to the world!"
"That's why I work out, you idiot. On my terms and when I want to. And today I would've preferred to stay on the couch, to be honest," he says, his voice a little rough.
"You liar," Louis protests. "At some point, about ten or half past ten, you'd have called me to hang out because you were bored. I know you, Harry Styles."
Harry laughs out loud. "Yeah, it's probably true."
The thing is that Louis showed up at Harry's flat at eight that morning and the boy was still in bed: he rang the doorbell continuously for two minutes straight, until his friend opened it with a killer's glare and he thought that Harry would have probably murdered him if he weren't... well, him . Louis announced that he had something to do around the city and he didn't want do it alone, so, maybe Harry could help him and keep him company.
They went here and there for the entire morning, from the post office to the photographer who's working with Louis for his latest article, to Starbucks to take a coffee because it's always time for some coffee. In the end, they went to a bookshop where Louis bought a book for Liam, for no other reason than the fact Louis is a hell of a friend and he buys random stuff for his friends whenever he feels like it. When Harry looked at the shelf with Freud and friends with heart-shaped eyes, Louis was busy looking for Ben Elton's book to see if it had his name and phone number on it, as he always does when he goes to a shop that sells secondhand books. Yeah, he knows it doesn't work that way, that he has to find the CD, but he always takes a look nevertheless. Of course he searches the CD section as well, it's not like he cheats or something, he just likes to double his possibilities.
